It doesn't have to bethe blue iris,
it could beweeds in a vacant lot, or a fewsmall stones; justpay
attention, then patch

a few words together and don't tryto make them
elaborate, this isn'ta contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a
silence in whichanother voice may speak.

Joanne at Egregious twaddle
tells us that this poem is "from Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Mary Oliver. This
is from her 2006 collection, Thirst, and a big H/T to Julie at Happy Catholic,
who posted it some time ago."